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Title: Worth Waiting For
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Sometimes, Die thinks that he has made a real career out of waiting Kaoru. The older man is always late, he is always fixing some last-minute things that simply can not wait, and he’s always insisting on doing those personally.
Comments:
fonulyn: It’s been ages since I posted some D/K (or pretty much anything) so I decided that I could throw this out there :) I somehow seem to always have problems actually posting the things I write, and they end up waiting weeks in my folders. I try to get better, promised. And feel free to kick my butt for it! Seriously XD Just make me move. I hope you like this snippet though! It’s more autumn-y than fitting the current (freezing) weather but who cares ;) This was inspired by the lovely prompt here.
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Worth Waiting For
Sometimes, Die thinks that he has made a real career out of waiting Kaoru. The older man is always late, he is always fixing some last-minute things that simply can not wait, and he’s always insisting on doing those personally. Die has waited for him at the studio, at their shared apartment, at the venues, at bus stops, at shops and restaurants. Even now he is waiting, standing in the middle of pouring rain, the canopy of the cafeteria only enough to shelter him from the worst. The wind is blowing so hard that the rain isn’t really falling down, it’s hitting him almost horizontally. It only takes less than two minutes and his jeans are completely soaked, dripping wet.
Still, he stands there, hugging his jacket closer to himself to gain at least some shelter from the ruthless wind. Patiently, he stands there and waits, since he knows that it will all be worth it in the end. Actually, he doesn’t even mind waiting. His life is hectic enough as it is, so having these moments to focus merely on existing, to think, has become essential to him. He is longing for a cigarette but knows that in a wind like this it’s impossible to light one, so he doesn’t even try. Instead he shifts a little, shoves his hands into his pockets to keep them warm now that his joints begin to ache.
It’s not a moment too early when he finally can see a familiar figure approaching him in quick steps, the older man’s shoulders hunched a little as he tries to hide underneath the black umbrella in a futile attempt to keep himself dry. He only notices Die when he is a few steps away, and instantly a smile spreads on his lips. The street is empty, Kaoru has very well noticed it already, so he doesn’t even hesitate when he wraps his arms around the taller man’s form, the umbrella falling down on the wet ground, discarded. Instantly water starts to pool in it, making the item look abandoned forever. Automatically, Die brings his arms around the smaller man in turn, returning the embrace.
”Your shampoo smells nice,” Kaoru remarks in a gentle voice as he buries his nose into Die’s dark brown, slightly damp hair. It’s not like him to share compliments, usually he’s more the kind of man who lets deeds speak for themselves. He believes that one gesture speaks more than a thousand words. Yet, there are moments when he can’t hold back, when these soft words spill from his lips on their own. They are always spoken the same way, in this certain tone that allows Die to catch a glimpse at the very core of the other man, the essence of him.
When Kaoru tells Die he wants to go home, Die knows that those words go deeper than the mundane meaning.
By saying “let’s go home”, Kaoru actually says “I love you”.
And Die loves him too.
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Sometimes, Die thinks that he has made a real career out of waiting Kaoru. The older man is always late, he is always fixing some last-minute things that simply can not wait, and he’s always insisting on doing those personally.
Comments:
fonulyn: It’s been ages since I posted some D/K (or pretty much anything) so I decided that I could throw this out there :) I somehow seem to always have problems actually posting the things I write, and they end up waiting weeks in my folders. I try to get better, promised. And feel free to kick my butt for it! Seriously XD Just make me move. I hope you like this snippet though! It’s more autumn-y than fitting the current (freezing) weather but who cares ;) This was inspired by the lovely prompt here.And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Sometimes, Die thinks that he has made a real career out of waiting Kaoru. The older man is always late, he is always fixing some last-minute things that simply can not wait, and he’s always insisting on doing those personally. Die has waited for him at the studio, at their shared apartment, at the venues, at bus stops, at shops and restaurants. Even now he is waiting, standing in the middle of pouring rain, the canopy of the cafeteria only enough to shelter him from the worst. The wind is blowing so hard that the rain isn’t really falling down, it’s hitting him almost horizontally. It only takes less than two minutes and his jeans are completely soaked, dripping wet.
Still, he stands there, hugging his jacket closer to himself to gain at least some shelter from the ruthless wind. Patiently, he stands there and waits, since he knows that it will all be worth it in the end. Actually, he doesn’t even mind waiting. His life is hectic enough as it is, so having these moments to focus merely on existing, to think, has become essential to him. He is longing for a cigarette but knows that in a wind like this it’s impossible to light one, so he doesn’t even try. Instead he shifts a little, shoves his hands into his pockets to keep them warm now that his joints begin to ache.
It’s not a moment too early when he finally can see a familiar figure approaching him in quick steps, the older man’s shoulders hunched a little as he tries to hide underneath the black umbrella in a futile attempt to keep himself dry. He only notices Die when he is a few steps away, and instantly a smile spreads on his lips. The street is empty, Kaoru has very well noticed it already, so he doesn’t even hesitate when he wraps his arms around the taller man’s form, the umbrella falling down on the wet ground, discarded. Instantly water starts to pool in it, making the item look abandoned forever. Automatically, Die brings his arms around the smaller man in turn, returning the embrace.
”Your shampoo smells nice,” Kaoru remarks in a gentle voice as he buries his nose into Die’s dark brown, slightly damp hair. It’s not like him to share compliments, usually he’s more the kind of man who lets deeds speak for themselves. He believes that one gesture speaks more than a thousand words. Yet, there are moments when he can’t hold back, when these soft words spill from his lips on their own. They are always spoken the same way, in this certain tone that allows Die to catch a glimpse at the very core of the other man, the essence of him.
When Kaoru tells Die he wants to go home, Die knows that those words go deeper than the mundane meaning.
By saying “let’s go home”, Kaoru actually says “I love you”.
And Die loves him too.